Dag Hammarskjöld

Dag Hammarskjöld, Markings
In the point of rest at the center or our being. we encounter a world where all things are at rest in the same way, Then a tree becomes a mystery, a cloud a revelation, each man a cosmos of whose riches we can only catch glimpses. The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

E Boats

Dream:
I am talking to a yacht dealer. He is making available for me for a test sale a huge, all white 40ft+ yacht. Everything on this yacht is purportedly perfect. It is stored completely immersed in fresh, distilled water with all its sails up. I am looking at it while it is on its trailer behind a truck, ready for launch. I am thinking, I cannot afford the asking price! No way! How can I go forward with a test sail? Suddenly Judy appears. She doesn't appear ready for a new adventure. Suddenly, my parents appear. They clearly don't think I deserve another boat any more than I deserved any other boats in my past.

Suddenly the yacht on the trailer comes more into focus. It is an enlarged E-33! It's an E-40! Slenderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I wake up.

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